Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Robert Nicoll 1814–37We ’ll a’ Go Pu’ the Heather
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Our byres are a’ to theek:
Unless the peat-stack get a hap,
We ’ll a’ be smoor’d wi’ reek.
Wi’ rantin’ sang awa’ we ’ll gang,
While summer skies are blue,
To fend against the winter cauld
The heather we will pu’.
We ’re aye sae mirthfu’ where
The sunshine creeps atour the crags,
Like ravell’d golden hair.
Where on the hill-tap we can stand
Wi’ joyfu’ heart I trow,
And mark ilk grassy bank and holm,
As we the heather pu’.
Where harmless lambkins run,
Or lay them down beside the burn
Like gowans in the sun;
Where ilka foot can tread upon
The heath-flower wet wi’ dew,
When comes the starnie ower the hill,
While we the heather pu’.
For ane can gang awa’,
But no before a glint o’ love
On some ane’s e’e doth fa’.
Sweet words we dare to whisper there,
“My hinny and my doo,”
Till maistly we wi’ joy could greet
As we the heather pu’.
For at you mountain fit
There stands a broom bush by a burn,
Where twa young folk can sit:
He meets me there at morning’s rise,
My beautiful and true.
My father said the word—the morn
The heather we will pu’.